From the summery warmth of the African sun, the cracked hands and feet of a thousand ancestors, endless hours of prayer and physical labor, innumerable preeminent sacrifices, patience surmounting prolonged droughts, from deeply rooted guidance like planted millet in alluvial soil, and invigorating bravery from lions to hunt dangerous prey… she was born. Listen, my skinContinue reading “She.”

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